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...[In "Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand, thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true...

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